Laying there eyes glazed unfocused, I wonder What do you see? Do memories flash across your eyes? Memories of your hometown. when you were younger Your family some who have passed and few who are still living The heat and humidity of your hometown ruled under a regime you fought against passionately yet futilely The trek through the ocean to freedom, to the free world with your two younger sons Or do you see them now grown up? Your sons and daughters now parents Their children now adults They bustle around you busy as you lay still chest heaving, body tired, breath light phones ring nurses come past an anticipation pungent in the air a sadness pervades the house love fills the surroundings as cries slice through the air your family watches you and you are no longer looking back.
It's been 5 years since I last wrote the poem Old Man Sitting. Here is an update.